Patrick: Son of Ireland

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Harper Collins, Mar 17, 2009 - Fiction - 592 pages
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Slave, soldier, lover, hero, saint,—his life mirrored the cataclysmic world into which he was born. His memory will outlast the ages.

Born of a noble Welsh family, he is violently torn from his home by Irish raiders at age sixteen and sold as a slave to a brutal wilderness king. Rescued by the king's druids from almost certain death, he learns the arts of healing and song, and the mystical ways of a secretive order whose teachings tantalize with hints at a deeper wisdom. Yet young Succat Morgannwg cannot rest until he sheds the strangling yoke of slavery and returns to his homeland across the sea. He pursues his dream of freedom through horrific war and shattering tragedy—through great love and greater loss—from a dying, decimated Wales to the bloody battlefields of Gaul to the fading majesty of Rome. And in the twilight of a once-supreme empire, he is transformed yet again by divine hand and a passionate vision of "truth against the world," accepting the name that will one day become legend . . . Patricius!


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User Review  - atdCross - LibraryThing

I've got mixed feelings about this book. Torn from his noble Welsh family, who were killed by raiding bands of Irish barbarians, and consigned as a slave, Succat, as St. Patrick's real name, he makes ... Read full review

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User Review  - ashooles - LibraryThing

I loved reading this. Ireland has been an interest of mine for many years and I loved reading about St. Patrick. For the most part, it was a lovely read and an enjoyment with his adventures. I did ... Read full review


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About the author (2009)

Stephen R. Lawhead is an internationally acclaimed author of mythic history and imaginative fiction. His works include Byzantium and the series The Pendragon Cycle, The Celtic Crusades, and The Song of Albion. Lawhead makes his home in Austria with his wife.

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